Which hugest pocket-handkerchief
Has ever simulated;
And when, arrived so far, you say
In tragic accents “Go,”
Then, Lydia, then . . . I still shall stay,
And firmly answer—No.
Austin Dobson.
THE OLD SEDAN CHAIR
IT stands in the stable-yard, under the eaves,
Propped up by a broom-stick and covered with leaves: